我是一只鸬鹚,但我不配被人们称为“鱼鹰”。我的喙比别的水鸟短上一大截,展开翅膀,瘦小而又软弱。我那细软无力的两腿立在水面上,只需一阵轻风,便会把我吹得东倒西歪。但是我不甘心。每当别的鸬鹚还在柔软的草窝里睡觉时,我却早早地起来练习捕鱼技术了。我不顾芦苇荡那锋利的芦叶划伤我的翅膀,不顾水浪撞击我那瘦弱的身躯,也不顾同伴对我的冷嘲 I am a cormorant, but I do not deserve to be called “osprey ”. My beak is shorter than other water birds by a large margin, spreading its wings, thin and weak. My weak legs on the water, just a breeze, it will blow me down. But I can not be reconciled. Whenever other cormorants were still sleeping in the soft grass, I started to practice fishing techniques early. I recklessly reed leaves that sharp leaves scratched my wings, regardless of water and waves hit my thin body, regardless of my colleagues coldly mockery